Victor unfortunately witnessed such a scene. Their team happened to pass by this bloody carnival, and the cries of women and children made him uneasy.
Someone in the team glanced in that direction, and was immediately grabbed by another cowboy's clothes, signaling him not to attract the Army's attention.
However, the army soldiers who enjoyed the suffering of the indigenous people still noticed Victor and his party.
Those guys were used to being domineering, making fun of the convoy with vulgar words, and yelling at them to get away.
Victor frowned, he scanned the other party with his eyes, and instantly collided with a bearded officer.
"What are you looking at? Watch your eyes!"
The bearded man is a lieutenant, the highest ranking among these people.
Victor looked at the bloody aborigines on the torture rack again, feeling extremely disgusted with these soldiers in his heart.
"These poor people have been eaten from the lower half of their bodies, and they can't be saved even if they still have one breath left." Someone whispered in Victor's ear.
Victor nodded, suppressed his inner anger, and decided to do business first,
He ignored the beasts and continued to tow the caravan passing by.
However, there are always people who will stand up and find fault with him.
A gunshot was heard, and bullets were fired into the road in front of Victor's motorcade, immediately alarming their horses, causing a cowboy to be caught off guard and fall off his horse.
The Sai soldiers laughed and taunted Victor's team wantonly, as if they didn't have enough fun from the suffering of the indigenous people...
"Look at how cowardly these girls are! Hahaha!"
The lieutenant laughed the loudest, bending down at the waist, and kept patting the shoulders of the soldiers beside him with one hand.
When he raised his head, he found that the young man driving the caravan had gotten off the horse.
I saw the other party holding his hands behind his back and looking here with strange eyes.
The next moment, for some unknown reason, the young man moved a few steps to the side, stood in an awkward position, and faced the army soldiers sideways.
"Is that little brat a mime? Hahaha."
The soldiers continued to joke.
……
"This position has better luck..." Victor put down his hands behind his back, already understanding the hexagram just now.
Victor is already quite proficient in the use of divination operators. Even if he gets bad results, he can smell the turning point.
What's more, what he just calculated was "Da'an".
The auspicious hexagrams are combined with the most favorable directions.
Victor knew that even if there was a fight later, the probability that he would escape unscathed was quite high.
"Boy, are you not convinced? Do you want us to help you ventilate your air?"
A middle-aged soldier bit open the cork of a wine bottle and squinted at Victor with a vicious look. Behind him, the hounds tied to the torture rack were barking wildly.
"I have a question." Victor showed his harmless smile, "Can't you just pretend you didn't see us?"
"Didn't you see? Hahaha! This kid is really stupid, hum! We are guarding the border for the country, but you lead a group of people to cross the border. As an army of the United States, are we going to let you go?"
The soldier who was drinking looked at Victor's caravan with lust in his eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking in his mind. He then suggested to the lieutenant: "There is something wrong with these people. We should arrest them and see.
Let’s see if he’s a Valentine spy.”
Bang!
As soon as he finished speaking, the wine bottle in his hand exploded, and glass shards splashed into his face. He immediately bled profusely and made him roll on the ground in pain.
"Shit!"
No one saw Victor draw his gun, but the bullet had already been discharged, which shows how fast he was.
These beasts immediately found guns around them and hurriedly aimed at Victor and his convoy.
In an instant, the two sides started the first round of shooting at each other.
Bullets are coming one after another, and everyone is looking for cover.
The position where Victor stands is exposed to the opponent's attack.
But the strange thing is that no bullets were fired at him, or no bullets hit him.
Until Victor hid behind the caravan, he was intact.
Fight back!
Victor turned and shot at the lieutenant, who was shot in the abdomen and fell to the ground.
Until he died, the lieutenant didn't understand why he fired several shots at Victor but failed to hit him, while the other party shot him once and hit him.
There is not such a big difference between the shooting skills of the two sides. Is it because of alcohol?
The exchange of fire continued, and some people fell down on each other, but only two rounds were fired on both sides, because horns sounded in the distance, and dozens of Valentines rushed over on horseback.
The soldiers immediately turned their guns and aimed behind them, shooting and killing several reckless riders, but many more were shot to pieces by the opponent's bows and arrows.
Victor also had a caravan as a cover. The cowboys dismounted and leaned against the back of the caravan to avoid bullets.
After the Valentines got rid of the army soldiers, they did not let Victor and the others go, and continued to shoot at the caravan with bows and arrows.
"Father San!"
Victor knew that the priest was still in the car, and the caravan was already filled with bows and arrows.
The cowboys fought back against the Valentines, and one cowboy was shot in the eye and died immediately.
Victor gritted his teeth and was about to shoot when he saw a familiar figure riding a horse around the caravan.
"It's you!"
Victor stared at the other party, and the other party also saw him behind the bunker.
"It's you again! Look what good things your people have done! We've had enough! Even if we die today, we will kill you all!"
This man was the Valentine representative who acted as translator. His face was full of anger, thinking that Victor and the Serbian Army were in the same group.
Seeing the opponent's bow and arrow aimed at him, Victor quickly explained: "Don't be impulsive. I'm here to find the crow. It has nothing to do with these soldiers who torture your compatriots."
The other party was riding on the horse, frowning, carefully looking at the state of Victor and others.
They were hiding behind a bunker, and it was obvious that they had just exchanged fire with those soldiers.
"Did you kill them?" Representative Valentine asked uncertainly.
"I killed one or two, and then you rushed over." Victor explained helplessly.
The representative, with a grimace on his face, rode around for a while and said something to the tribesmen, so the aborigines stopped shooting arrows at the caravan.
Victor quickly got in the car to check and found Father Sang lying flat on the bed. Not only was he uninjured, but he was bored and counting the number of arrows that had been shot.
"Hang up these devils!"
Victor heard the grief-stricken voice of Representative Valentine.
Next, the remaining three soldiers who surrendered but did not die were tied up by the aborigines and hung on the execution rack.
The aborigines who came to rescue their compatriots were extremely grief-stricken when they saw the tragic deaths of their people. Even the riders who found their relatives inside could not help but cry hysterically.
All the hunting dogs raised by Saiguo soldiers were shot to death in the conflict just now.
At this time, Representative Valentine took out the magic potion that attracted scavengers and smeared them all over the three soldiers' bodies.
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
The aborigines roared at the three soldiers angrily, scaring them so much that their pants became wet.